Where the stamping horses pass And the dust is in the grass, By the roadside bare and hot Gracing each unlovely spot, Lo! before our weary eyes Shines the blue of summer skies. Gleaming like an azure star Where the fiercest sunbeams are, Neighbor Chickory bestows Such a sense of cool repose, In the noon-tide's hottest glare It is always evening there. Oh, to learn the conquering grace Of that blossom's tender face! Thus victoriously may I Where the choking dust-clouds fly And life's clamors never cease Bring the cooling sense of peace. |